Wild Oats - The Rainmakers

Baby attends church in her pretty white dress

Squeezes the hymnal tight to her breast

Sings like an angel, sweats like a thief

Bit me last night like Adam and Eve

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

And dancing 'neath the milky moon

Baby takes communion with the rest of the clan

They bought a Pat Boone tour to the Holy Land

At the Shrine of the Virgin, she was dressed to kill

With her Mad Dog 20 and her birth control pills

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

Dance beneath the milky moon

On your hands, hands, hands and knees

On your hands, hands, hands and knees

On your hands, hands, hands and knees

Talking pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, please

Baby cries sometimes for no reason at all

Makes the minister nervous in the confession stall

Ma’s little angel, pa’s little dear

A child of God with her makeup smeared

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

All you farmers' daughters gonna reap what you sow

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

Dance beneath the milky moon

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

Bow to your partner and do si do

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats

Dance beneath the milky moon

Hey, hey, we’re sowing wild oats